Sitting there all alone on my floor
Staring at what i had done
I held the knife in my hand
The silver blade with specks of red
Made it all clear
The crimson lines on my arm
Let me feel the pain
I had felt once before
The red lines contrasted
With my pale white skin
The specific pain i felt
Was so hard to describe
It hurt in a good way
A sudden burst of tears
Streamed down my face
As it became clear
My life wasn't meant to be lived this way
